The 5000-year-old Herbivorous Dragon

"Wake up, Master Evil Dragon."

I was resting perfectly by the burning wood of the fire, and Laeko whispered to my ear on the fudge.

I was drowsy. I was cheeky on the grass on the ground.

"What a leeko. It's still dark, and early in the morning."

"I'm sorry. It may be trivial, but just in case, I wanted to confirm the will of Master Evil Dragon."

"Did you even bother yourself in the middle of the night?

"No. It's not that I'm worried..."

Laeko turned his neck and looked around.

Looking around, the fireballs swaying in the darkness circled around us.

When you wake your sleeping eyes with a blink, you'll quickly know who the fireball is. It's a bunch of people on horseback, coming close to each other with pine lights.

"Apparently a bandit. Let's do it, Master Evil Dragon. It's easy to get rid of, but if you intend to form an alliance with humans to crusade against the Demon King in the future, it might leave a tragedy behind to stamp out life here."

"Yeah, right. Your Lord knows as much as he does."

"Yes. So as far as I'm concerned, I suggest you disappear every being without leaving a corpse"

"Stop it for him"

I truly stopped Laeko. We can run into irrevocable assault as it is.

"Hey, are you awake? Out of the way. That's sharp. Hey, lady. I'm just an adventurer at that age. I'm not at all alarmed."

It is the bearded middle-aged man wearing a knitted woven headscarf who runs his reins with a lowly grin and narrows the circle of siege.

Nomad-style clothing is probably a disguise for not being alert. It's not unnatural to move from country to country if you're pretending to be a vagrant people who make a living traveling, and it's convenient to find a place where runaway adventurers are likely to go wild.

Or maybe the main business is nomadic and only saddle up to bandits when they find ducks like this.

"- Are you the lords, the bandits? I'll give you some advice, but you can pull here for the most part. You don't want to waste your life."

I said it in earnest, not in a haphazard way. In the unlikely event that any man draws a bow against me, in an instant will Laeko move to punish him.

And in the meantime, I will be dead with an arrow stabbed.

I think if I could at least get rid of the effects of the medicine halfway through.

If we go back to the evil dragon "Leavendia" look here, we might be able to convince them just because of the intimidation.

But now it's the size of a young day. I drank a good drop of it after dinner and it still works.

"Whoa! This is so unusual. If you think the lady is better equipped, the dragon can speak people's language. Oh, my God. They both have good values, huh?

"Yes, yes. Good for you guys. We don't want to waste our lives, either. The corpse will be worthless."

"What's up, lady? Can't you move in fright? Don't worry, you look like a gentleman."

Naturally, it's not like you can't move. I just don't feel the need to move.

Fact is, Raco's expression isn't shaky at all. There is very naturally room to slaughter everyone in this place instantly if you want to kill them.

I was now seriously worried about the lives of the bandits.

"Leader. If we catch these guys, it's time to take them to the market with the Asian guys. The rest of them will only be cheap lowlifes at best -"

"Wait."

There was a word to block in great shape, so the man who looked like Sanzo shut his mouth.

But when the bandits looked at each other and traced the Lord of their voices, it was the girl who recognized herself as prey - Leiko - who emitted "Wait."

"Oh? Lady, if you're begging for your life, you're gonna be a little more awed."

"Don't insult slaves, man. Those who become slaves require a spirit of pro bono service and exceptional skill in everything. It's not a job that anyone can do. Withdraw."

I said something abruptly.

The same was true at the sacrifice, but Laeko seems to be big when he is committed to his duties.

I guess the attitude that overlooked the job of slavery caught my ex-slave harp line.

"Withdraw? Ha, no withdraw? What will you do, Captain? I'm telling you something cute, little lady."

"Oh, right. You should withdraw it. I don't know what kind of slave I just sell out. You seem to know this young lady very well, and among our slaves, let's try to persuade her of her feelings."

That was an obvious word of irony, but Leiko thought Hmm,

"Let's do it, Master Evil Dragon. It seems worth a thought, not to mention the enemy."

"What do you say, Lord?

"Apparently there are a lot of people in their Azito who are going to be slaves now. I'm going to identify suitability as a slave ancestor and move on to another position for those who are not."

"In light of the Lord's standards, I don't think most of them are suitable."

But if there are people in captivity, you should certainly help.

Although I don't even think the sense of justice is strong among other things, it doesn't have a bad aftertaste to know and pretend not to see the presence of people trying to be sold.

Well, I can't really do anything about it.

It is Leiko who has the power to do something about this place, and he says that Leiko wants to help people (in a big nuanced way), so all I can do is hold back my assumptions at best.

"It is. I think you should do what the Lord wants. But just promise me one thing."

"What is it"

And it came to pass, when Laeko listened to my words, that the bandit's chief sandwiched his mouth as if he were in a hurry.

"Dude? How long have you been talking to bumps and you got cancer? You guys, just tie it up! Shit. You might be resistant, so watch out!

Men with crooked barbaric swords jump from the horse in a flicker and call at the same time.

I only stripped my white eyes of the force of the total attack for a moment, but I managed to say a word to Leiko at a critical time.

"You can't kill me or hurt me."

"Accepted"

The next morning.

In the glorious morning sun illuminating the meadows.

There was a figure of Leiko taking a bunch of nagging bandits to his back, cutting ahead in grandeur and being kidnapped himself by the bandit Azito.